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Dawn Looking North-West 22 Dec 2010
A Patch of Old Snow
There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten –
If I ever read it.
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I've forgotten –
If I ever read it.
– Robert Frost
Look West then East
And on yonder hill
They laid the Faerie Queen down
Down on a quilt of snow
Down where the frozen space
And Time
Holds her fast
Still
And on yonder hill
They laid the Faerie Queen down
Down on a quilt of snow
Down where the frozen space
And Time
Holds her fast
Still
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